Sex and accountancy

[zoetrope]

I dreamt last night that I had sex with a guy after a blind date.

When I woke up the next morning, he was gone, and on my noticeboard he'd left a note that said something along the lines of "thanks for the good time" and that he'd pay me £100 for the night.

He thought I was a hooker! Gasp! Also, how stingy. Just £100? Cheeky bastard. But my main thought was to marvel that he'd typed out this note and broken down the prices "25 minutes of kissing - £15.50". Then I realised that actually, what he'd left me was a purchase order. Not a cheque or cash, there was a note at the bottom of the page that said "payment in cheque form will be issued on receipt of a valid invoice". So not only did the bastard think I was a prostitute, but was causing me paperwork by expecting me to invoice him!

It was a BBC catering purchase order.

I think I'm working too hard.

I wonder if he'd added VAT?



ETA - mistakes from having just woken up now removed. Zzzzzz...

Comments

[gmajor.livejournal.com]

I had someone call my clinic for a massage appointment, and he asked about claiming the massage on his benefits right off the bat, so I assumed he was a legitimate call, but as the phone call wore on, more stuff comes out and I finally say, "Look, sir, are you looking for sex?" to which he says, cheerfully, "Why, yes!" and I say, in as serious a tone as I could muster, "I very much doubt your insurance company will cover that."